Mogadishu-born and Ontario-based dominatrix Mistress Fatuma Suleiman sat naked ( save for the hijab on her head ) on her slave Mohammed Mokhtar's face, squashing his visage with her big round ass.
After acquiring a dutiful slave in the person of Mohammed Mokhtar, Fatuma Suleiman began exploring what it truly meant to be a dominant Black woman from a majority Muslim country like Somalia while living in the Canadian capital.
Mistress Fatuma Suleiman finally decided that she'd had enough of her slave Mohammed Mokhtar's tongue in her pussy and asshole.
After fucking the Somali stud's ass until he went from a proud, angry and sexist Muslim male to a drooling, weeping idiot, Mistress Fatuma Suleiman made him made him sniff the dildo that went up his ass.

When Ariel and her mother first moved in next door, they kept a low profile for weeks.
They only want a good time and to get off; they don’t care about my feelings or my needs.”
When she pulled away her hand touched the crotch of my pants and she smiled.
“Yes, I can’t explain it, Ariel, but it made me feel different than I ever have.”
“Undress for me, quickly, I want to hold your cock in my hand.” She demanded.
“No, not like that; spread my cheeks with your hands and kiss my ass.
Come now, Lee!” I watched her fingers jerking frantically between her legs and my cock delivered right on her command.

It doesn't look very good on you, not at all." Sylvia's gaze settled on Kim with a sudden wolfishness, a sly little smirk parted her lips.
The entire time she could feel Elliot's gaze on her back as she worked, and for a while she thought maybe it was wistful imaginings- childish though they may be- but when she looked back at him by sheer coincidence, she saw both of the McKennas watching her with catty little smirks of their own.
On her way home, Kim stopped at a convenience store and shop lifted a couple of candy bars- in action movie heroine style, when the clerk inevitably caught her clumsy ass attempt to stuff them in her coat pocket, she looked him in the eye and shook her head.

Across the nation, the world, groups of women soccer fans gasped, amazed as their TV screens cut from Erin to a HD camera of the male lockeroom!
Each woman took a male player into her charge, some kissed their cheeks and took them by the hand, others offered a comforting arm towards the defeated males; Zoe however, went straight up to young Johnny Green, the 18 year old wonder kid, and by grabbing his huge cock, dragged him along.
With a deriding sneer, Emilia clicked her way down the tunnel and threw open the male lockeroom door for her film crew.
A flustered Pam was perplexed to find the women's team here, seemingly enjoying a post-game drink with eleven nude men.

"Hi Mom!" Maya said when her mother walked into the kitchen.
"Because no one but you, me and him," she said pointing to her male, "knows the truth of Testeekul's secret.
"Trying to steal a female so they can abuse her like she is a worthless piece of shit is tough too," Michelle said more sternly.
"I love you too." She turned to her male and said, "We have a beautiful female, don't you think?"
The stringing together of these nucleotides is what created the DNA strand and genetic map that cells used to express all of the traits whether physical, mental, emotional and spiritual that makes every person -- every living organism - unique.
For the next week Maya learned the basic concepts, then the finer points and eventually the allusive details that only her mom knew.

Chad couldn't leave his desk to use the toilet or his group would fail the dungeon quest and his character desperately needed the end boss loot.
The next time pee began to travel down his shaft and to the tip of the penis, Chad very carefully let the flow continue for a few seconds.
Chad managed to regain control of his bladder, but as if emboldened by it's previous victory another rush of pee began traveling down his semi-rigid shaft almost immediately.
Right as he thought the flow had stopped, his muscles contracted and the full force of his bladder began to spray piss from the tip of his member like a geyser.

Sylvia looked up briefly, her gaze swept Kim in a shark-like, dismissive manner as if she could read the older woman's entire life history by glance.
But standing in front of the tall, broad shouldered Elliot McKenna, the forty year old woman's knees were trembling like a teenager on prom night- even so, she managed her best smile.
As if reading her thoughts, he cupped his glass of coffee and drummed his fingers against the side, still assessing Kim. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than strictly necessary, perhaps measuring something in his mind- she straightened subconsciously to try meet his expectations; she arched her back a bit to really emphasize her generous bust, smiling faintly.

That ended Cassandra's romance that night, although she was stimulated by the thought of humiliating a guy by having him orally service her after ejaculating inside her.
Sherry's eyes visibly widened when Cassandra mentioned her desire to take on a large number of males.
Cassandra felt somewhat embarrassed at having bared her pussy to Sherry, at the same time as she felt a rapport because of the intimacy.
The nurse placed the full bag on a stainless steel stand and adjusted the table so that Cassandra was partially sitting up.
"Okay, dear, come with me," the nurse said, and Cassandra followed her to the X-room.
There was the sound of a door opening and closing, and in a moment Cassandra again felt a presence between her legs.

My only purpose was to lick up his cum after my wife had been well fucked and to suck his cock whenever he desired a blowjob.
Tom took hold of the back of my head with both of his hands and held me in a tight grip as he fucked my opened mouth like a wet cunt.
Very good, she said as Tom released his hold on my head and pulled his still-hard cock out of my mouth.
Tom spoke up and said, "I think your husband enjoyed sucking my cock." Since he didn't spit out any of my cum, he must've loved the taste of it.
As I bounced up and down on his cock Carla jacked be off till I shot a big load of cum all over Tom's chest.

That turn-of-the-New-Year, at mid-night it was forcibly led to perform open volume shit-eating under the complete and severe control of this feces-freak’s first Shit Feeder, who became my "Shit Master." It all happened in and around Shit Master’s Clara Street flat that was right behind the old "South of the Slot Hotel" where several years prior it had first been fist-fucked in the seventies.
Its bowels were radically fist-fucked non-stop during that entire time which included lots of dirty ass-eating, cock-sucking and piss-drinking by it giving men the full-service they deserved.
Many males such as you and me know that two shit-eating sewers can perform ritual filth worship together as shit pigs – with or without a physical Shit Master present.

I love the musky smell of the crotch of her panties where they have been stretched tight across her sweet pussy and tight little asshole; sliding across both holes all day.
I finally had to pull my cock out and imagine my wife straddling me, inserting my hardness into her hot, wet lady cave while I am wearing her panties.
As her hotness engulfs me the soft material of her panties is rubbing my sack and it feels like she is somehow licking my balls at the same time.
I finally have to release my hardness from her sweet panty prison and stroke freely imagining my wife unmount from my cock and engulfing me in here sexy mouth.

It was almost like she was a giggling schoolgirl as we sat on the couch together and watched various Femdom with male and female slaves.
Well it was not long afterwards that my wife said she was offered her choice of three male slaves.
I was introduced to the Female she had spoke highly of and her and I sat down together and watched as my wife enjoyed the company of her own male slave.
Then we heard the cries and then groans of the male slave before us as my wife stood on his chest and ground the heel of her shoe into his face.
Get on your hands and knees and bury your face in my crotch like that slave is doing with your wife.

Vira pushed his head hard into the ground with the sole of her heel and in the tradition of the thousands of other females that had stood where she stood now, confidently responded, "I do." A groan of pain came from the kneeling male and when it did smiles graced the faces of all attending.
Twenty years previous Michelle had decided that contractual bindings of a male to his superior female would be just that -- a no-hassle signing with minimal effort in the presence of one who was qualified to keep and update such records.
Having never been to a signing, Vira's mother explained the process on the way, telling her all she needed to do was repeat the words of the presiding female, step on the neck of her male and sign the registry.

mature Black men are two and a half times more likely to marry a white woman...
we're after the sex, not like white females who want the ring, these special mature black guys aren't the marrying kind anyway.
I know you want it like i do ;) Humiliate me daddy and take away any manhood I have left by slamming your hard Black dick in my white femme ass!

However, the resulting reduction in aggressiveness, (especially among males whose late teen and early twenty age-group were responsible for most of society's antisocial problems), would dramatically reduce crime and war.
The slight increase in female assertiveness would also serve to further reduce and check the remaining aggressiveness left in the male population as well as further empower women and their role in society (which had long been recognized as a positive and stabilizing force).
A relatively few males could insure sufficient genetic diversity to maintain the race as long as the female population remained large.
For several years prior to this incident, several radical female political factions had been calling for the elimination of the entire male population.

I have written this guide from personal experience to give keyholders, an insight into how it’s possible to vary the pleasure levels from a shakingly earth-shattering orgasm which will probably be the most intense he will experience, to a hugely frustrating anti-climax without any orgasmic contractions and almost no pleasure at all for the male in question.
When I’m being milked, the ‘hollow pleasure’ of prostate stimulation is almost psychologically like a promise of a lot more pleasure to come (if you’ll pardon the pun!), it is utterly delicious in an orgasm denial scenario to be denied any pleasure but to have my prostate drained anyway, thus preventing any chance or orgasm in the next while (probably about 6 hours minimum for me).

I started masturbating myself and getting my cock hard, then I bent over towards my cock to see how close I could get to the head of my cock, the shower door opened and my wife had been watching me.
My wife likes to control things, So she inserts a remote control vibrating bullet up my ass and when she wants to see me cum she cranks up the power on the remote and my prostate starts contracting and cum starts pouring out of my cock straight into my mouth.
My wife looked over at me and started laughing, she said that "I would never be able to stick my cock in my ass, it wasn't long enough." She said that if I wanted to feel a cock in my ass that she would see if Bob would fuck me.

A true story.
At least one did, and I was in heaven.
"How's it going?" he asked.
My heart sunk.
If I didn't, I knew he could ruin my life.
When he came back, he handed me a paper towel.
"Blow your nose.
As I blew my nose, and wiped my eyes, he ran his hand through my hair.
I ran my tongue all over the bottom of his beautiful foot.
I began to moan, this was beyond pleasure.
"True."
Now." At that point, I was in seventh-heaven.
"Hey, Dennie, Joe," said the voice I wanted to hear.
"Hey." My heart was pounding.
He knew it too.
One night he asked me outright.
I told him I so.
One night he surprised me.

I have written this guide from personal experience to give keyholders, an insight into how it’s possible to vary the pleasure levels from a shakingly earth-shattering orgasm which will probably be the most intense he will experience, to a hugely frustrating anti-climax without any orgasmic contractions and almost no pleasure at all for the male in question.
When I’m being milked, the ‘hollow pleasure’ of prostate stimulation is almost psychologically like a promise of a lot more pleasure to come (if you’ll pardon the pun!), it is utterly delicious in an orgasm denial scenario to be denied any pleasure but to have my prostate drained anyway, thus preventing any chance or orgasm in the next while (probably about 6 hours minimum for me).